Monster Dreams...

[depressedlarrytalbot]

Actually one of the very few dreams I remember was a Dracula dream. Though not much of a one.
Somehow Dracula had become trapped in a corner of our lounge room. He was bounded by a holy square or something. What was more, he had dematerialised. You were fine unless you crossed into his area and then he would buffet you about very roughly ... and my dog, unawares, kept crossing into the zone. My dad and I were each carrying an enormous garlic bulb, like a beachball, hugged to our bellies, and we were taking big bites out of these things and huffing and puffing furiously into the zone, trying to upset the Count enough to yank the dog free.

Most dreams evaporate within minutes of waking but for some reason I remember this one after nearly thirty years. Go figure. 

[Scatter]

I had a recurring dream as a boy.I must have seen one of Peter Graves' Sci-Fi films (though I don't know which one) because he was always in the dream. Peter Graves and I and some femme fatale scientist were running from these enormous robots. By enormous, I mean the Empire State Building was only up to the robot's knee (maybe the Empire State Bldg is borrowed from another part of my subconscious relating to my first horror film, King Kong??).

Anyway, after being chased through the streets of NYC endlessly, we all take refuge in the Empire State Bldg, up to the observation deck, and the last thing I see before I wake up in a cold sweat is the robot spotting us and lifting up his foot to send it crashing down on us.

I had this dream on and off for YEARS.

[Inkfink]

There was even a large kit featuring that two-headed cyclops from the 1968 FMoF Fearbook! 

Sorry to bring this up from a few posts ago but, my brain is stuck on this paradox... two-headed cyclops. Okay, each head has one eye but if you've got two heads then... biclops?

[packy120353]

Sorry to bring this up from a few posts ago but, my brain is stuck on this paradox... two-headed cyclops. Okay, each head has one eye but if you've got two heads then... biclops?

Maybe if the eyes focus independently - I say stereoclops

[depressedlarrytalbot]

two-headed cyclops

Was the kit design modified from the FM art? I'm pretty sure the cover critter was four-eyed. A Harryhausen-esque giant with a body based on the cyclops but with two eyes per head?

If that is right, something just occurred to me: JACK THE GIANT KILLER, 1962. I understand that despite its technical credits and enjoyability, it's pretty much accepted that the whole film clones SEVENTH VOYAGE OF SINBAD. Same two male acting leads; the giants are pretty much ripped off from Ray's Cyclops design, especially Cormoran; and Jim Danforth and co. even studied Ray's walking cycle for same.

But their giant #2 is a two-header. Now with that much readiness to swipe, does anyone know if they saw the FM Fearbook cover .. ?     

[Unknown Primate]

I honestly can't remember exactly how the two-headed,  however-many-eyed monster on the FMoF cover,  looks.  I just remember seeing it in the back issue dept.  I just know that was supposed to be what my "dreamed" kit looked like.  I woke up with NO cool monster kits or anything!!

[mike c]

I have had zombie dreams over the years, because I'm an admitted zombiephile.
But the one I recall best (it really did a number on me for some time after waking) was when I was about 13 or so, having just watched NOTLD on KABC 7 in L.A. at like, I don't recall, 3 am? I fell asleep, and the dream began with me in black and white in the attic of the farmhouse in the film; I simply knew it was that house, and that I was in deep doo-doo if I left that attic.
Of course, some noise made me run out of the attic and now I was running like insane speed, and Ben was downstairs shouting 'Good God! There's so many of them now! Too many, too many!!!'... and lo and behold, from the porch I saw a sea of ghouls, like, covering the entire countryside, shoulder to shoulder, shuffling and good Lord the moaning was unbearable! It was the sound of a concert stadium, thousands upon thousands of voices all at once, that white noise screech, right? 'Scraaaaahh!'... it was just deafening.
So I wake up with this din in my ears, and I'm honestly really awake... but the noise is still going on outside my window by the bed!
HOLY CRAP!
I jumped out of the bed, away from the window, and shook myself with 'you're still dreaming, you're still dreaming' but I wasn't!
Next thing I know, it stops... and then begins anew, and then I realized what it was...
I looked out, laughing, at the next door neighbor in his pj's shuffling along his driveway to the curb, dragging the source of the noise; it seems he'd forgotten to put out his BIG A** METAL TRASH CANS for the collectors, and had only remembered to do so at 4:30-ish in the morning.
Scraaaaaaaape! Scraaaaaaaape! All the way down the drive, four full metal cans. Krskshrkshskhkssshsshh!
I will not forget that one, not ever.

FUNNEST monster dream ever, though, was when I got to hang out at Vincent Price's house (I was 9, loved The Fly, and he was my hero so I dreamed about him) and he had the real Fly in his bedroom, which in the dream looked like a kid's bedroom BUT it had a pipe rack and a wash basin (the things a kid thinks are grown-up things I suppose), and there was The Fly, sitting, wearing a smoking jacket, with a freaking pipe in his quivering mouth/thing, his claw clutching a newspaper, it was hysterical!
We discussed the finer points of being a fly, or Fly, I guess... and then the Fly told me that he was going to be at the beach on Thursday ?!? and to be there or else.

Of course, when I woke, I told mom we needed to go to the beach on Thursday, and we actually did (summer, half an hour away, what the hell) but nothing at all of a Fly-ish nature occurred; so much for dream premonitions in the 9 year old psyche.

But hanging with Vincent and The Fly, talkin' shop. Awesome dream.


Mike C.

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[ramsey37]

Watch it, sucka!
George

[mike c]

HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

[Unknown Primate]

Startrekstuntman, that was funny!   Mike C., that reminded me of a dream I had during the summer of '81.  Basically, it was a surreal nightmare, and I was a ferocious werewolf (the two-legged kind), running around the neighborhood, looking for victims.  Somehow, I ended up on the roof of our two-story house and at one point, I must'ave attacked and torn somebody apart - That's when I snapped awake!  I was sweating & exhausted, and I could smell the over-powering aroma of BLOOD!  I sat up with a jolt and with the light of a full moon casting an eerie glow over my normally white bedsheets, I saw that they were saturated in BLOOD!!  I snapped awake, again!  This time, for real!  I really was sweating, exhausted and my muscles ached.  There was no visible blood anywhere, but creepily, I could actually SMELL the very strong stench of the gory liquid!  Actually, it was COOKED blood.  Directly under my open window (3 feet away) sat the grill where we had cooked steaks earlier in the evening.  The breeze was blowing the smokey remains of bloody meat right into my face.  Guess I hadn't noticed when I went to bed, probably because of the 8 or 9 beers I had also drank earlier (I was 25 at the time).  Took me about thirty minutes to completely calm down.

[Dr. Madd]

Another primitive man dream. I had this dream the other night that looked like a first person shooter video game, except there were no guns. I was in a primordial jungle, fighting dinosaurs while wearing animal skins and using stone age weapons. Then I made my way to a cliff, where I saw a tundra and two animals that did not belong- Two Malaysian Tapirs, one that did- a Woolly Mammoth crossing a frozen stream. I killed one with a spear and a bobcat came up and talked to me in the voice of a friend of mine, and I decided to kill the bobcat but it bit me. That's when I woke up and I wish I hadn't. I felt at home.  Why am I dreaming so often lately of being a caveman?

[neonnoodle]

A few weeks ago I dreamed that I visited the famous Magic Castle in Hollywood, to see a magic show.  (For a long time, they have had a fiberglass figure of Bela Lugosi as Dracula, usually seen in the basement but sometimes placed elsewhere in the building.)  Anyway, in the dream, when my group arrives, we find that they have upgraded to a moving, walking Bela Lugosi figure.  It looks completely real and alive, and it walks around following people--not talking, just following them around and looking Dracula-like.  I want to know what I am looking at--is it a robot?  A hologram?  But I am forbidden to touch the Lugosi, so I can't find out what it is!  That's all I remember.